My friends had told me that the basement of the old school was haunted. Of course I didn't believe them, but they insisted that they had seen a ghost whistling at them from the dark.

So I made a bet.

I would go down there alone and prove to them that they were simply trying to scare me.

So now I stand right outside the old school at the middle of town, exactly at 2:32 am. It was quite odd that there where no guards around trying to keep people out.

Nevertheless, I walked in. The school was seemingly darker on the inside than the darkness of the night. The deeper I went, the darker it got. I turned right from the gate, and I went down the stairs I saw, and they led me to a vault-like iron door standing slightly open.

"They must have forgotten to close it completely when they where here last." I thought, imagining my friends' scared faces running and screaming up the stairs and into the night.

I reached out to open it, but I hesitated. Something with the unending abyss that hid behind it kept me on my toes.

I never really was afraid of the dark, but right in this moment, it was this unnerving sensation going through me. Like this primal fear that was locked deep inside me begging me to turn slowly back away front he door.

But I didn't listen to it.

I persisted.

I pushed open the door and was met with a wall of pure darkness. At first, I reached my hand out to touch it. Believing it to simply be a wall painted black, but I felt no resistance. In fact, I could barely see my hand in that darkness. I picked up my flashlight and shone it in, but as it hit the darkness, it stopped. Like if it wasn't allowed to go further.  

Despite my better judgment, I moved on. I took my first steps into the dark abyss and immediately regretted it. As my feet touched the ground it caught me of guard as I couldnt tell if it was solid ground or just darkness.

My friends never mentioned anything about it being THIS dark.

I tried to turnaround, but I didn't know anymore which way I was facing. I reached out, but I felt nothing.

"Where was the door?" my mind echoed.

I had lost what was up or what was down.

My directions simply became more darkness in this seemingly eternal abyss.

I fall, but I still stand.

I run, but I can't know if I move.

I feel dizzy.

As I try to hold on to anything so I can hurl up my breakfast, I simply continue to stumble, as my feet no longer know if I'm standing, sitting, floating, falling, or laying down.

I try to take out my flashlight once more, but I can't find my arm.

In my panic, I try to reach out for it, but my other arm has been claimed by the abyss as well.

I feel my legs run from me and how my lungs break.

I turn my head and feel it lose its position on my neck.

I screamed, but my mouth was gone in the darkness. My black hair is melting into the surroundings and my ears hear something.

something other than my internal roars of fear. Something that proves that I am not alone in this abyss, and that fact fills me with nothing but dread.

A calm old whistle makes its way from the darkness.

The same whistle my friends told me about. A song that echos through the abyss to establish the presence of it's harbinger.

Out of the abyss steps a silhouette. Something that the abyss can't consume, something old and horrid as it makes its way towards me.

I feel my lost hear beat faster, my mind screams louder than any voice could mimic. Out it steps, a creature, a being dressed in a coat and hat to replicate itself as human. Doing all it can to try to be what it can never know.

I now know in what rotation my head is at now. I look up to see the thing look back down to me.

The darkness around me continues to spread as I feel my skull become twisted and hollow. How now, all I am are two eyes sentient enough to form thought. Eyes that once belonged to something that is now part of the void.

The creature keeps whistling on its tune as it takes of its disguise and... and...

Oh god... It's face.

My eyes spiral down, way past where the floor should have ended. The darkness consumes the rest of me as I try to scream. To break free from this hell, to have someone hear me, to have something change in this pool of darkness.

For I know when in the morning when my friends come looking, I won't be there. I will have become nothing but the shadows cast by the flickering light bulbs.

If, they ever come for me. For I still shift in this abyss. Never aging, never dying. Only melting and twisting and curling inside the abyss that is now me.

Now before you go, you who read this, I want you to know.

If you ever feel like there is something standing there in the dark. That you think you might not be alone. That there is some monster standing in the shadows.

Just know that you are right.

I am there.